Mag-log in"Does he really not care about me anymore?! I'm his wife, not that hussy! Why does he act like that? Has he forgotten everything we shared, especially the night we spent together?! Huhuhuhuhuhu"
"Let me out of here! Have mercy on me... Does no one recognize me anymore? Am I just a mere maid at Hacienda Ferman?!" she cried, banging on the iron door of her confinement. " Elijah, stop shouting you're just tiring yourself no one will hear you here. Here's your food, ." emely said handing a tray of food through the small door too narrow for a person to pass through. "I don't want to eat i want to get out of here, I want to talk to my husband. I'm begging you, Emely, help me get out of here, please," Elijah pleaded. "Elijah I'm sorry, but I don't want to get involved. I'm afraid the Fermans will take it out on me. I can't fight them. If I were you, just do what they want. Then get your revenge once you find out why Señorito Lejandro lost his memory." After saying that, Emely immediately left. "Wait, Emely! What do you mean by that? Do you know that I'm Lejandro's real wife?!" "EMELYYYY..." Elijah shouted, but no one heard her anymore. "I still have hope! I need to follow Emely's advice! I need to get stronger. I will fight!" Elijah declared, resolutely eating the food Emely had given her. Meanwhile, Emely was heading towards the maids' quarters; she was also one of the maids at the Ferman Mansion, Hacienda. As she walked, she muttered to herself: "You have to fight, Elijah! Don't let them defeat you. I know the truth will come out!" "Emely... Where have you been?" the head maid called out. "Huh—What?! I just went to the bathroom," Emely answered. Donya had forbidden anyone from giving Elijah anything at night, not even water. So Emely lied because she knew the head maid would report her if she admitted to giving Elijah food. "Is that so...?" the head maid asked unconvinced, prompting her to check on Elijah in the storeroom. "Shit... I'm busted!" Emely muttered as she watched the head maid head towards the storeroom. After a while, the head maid returned, holding the plates that contained the food Emely had given Elijah. A strong slap landed on Emely's face, followed by the throwing of the plates. "You dare disobey Donya's orders! You'll pay for this!" "Please... Have mercy on me, Manang. If I'm fired, I'll have nowhere to go. My parents live far away. Please... I won't do it again," Emely begged, kneeling. The head maid took pity on her and decided not to report her to Donya. "I'll let this one slide! But if you do it again, don't expect me to protect you again! Is that clear? Clean up all the mess and broken plates! Deduct it from your salary!" the head maid said angrily. "Uhmmm... She broke them, and I'll get the deduction? Okay... Fine!" Emely muttered. Hours passed. It was night, and the people in the mansion were asleep. Emely returned to the storeroom to talk to Elijah. She also brought a pillow and blanket for Elijah. "Are you still awake?" Emely softly called out to Elijah. "Yes, I'm wide awake. I can't sleep; I'm cold," Elijah said, shivering. "Here, Take this a blanket and a pillow. Use them for now while you're in the storeroom," Emely said compassionately. As she was about to leave, Elijah grabbed Emely's hand and said: "Who are you really, Emely? Why are you so kind to me? You're the only one who does this for me. If they catch you, they might punish you because of me," Elijah said sadly. "Don't worry about me. Go to sleep so you'll have the energy to work at the hacienda tomorrow." "Who are you really, Emely?" Elijah repeated before releasing Emely's hand. "I'm Emely, and I'll help you here at Hacienda Ferman, for as long as I can, Ate... I'll help you." After saying that, Emely quickly left, leaving Elijah stunned. "What did she mean? How can she help me? How?" Elijah wondered repeatedly. Meanwhile, inside Lejandro and Furtiza's room: "Honey... I'm ready!" Furtiza said seductively to Lejandro, only wrapped in a towel. Suddenly, she remembered something, a fallen towel, but she didn't know where or what she was remembering. "Why, honey?" Furtiza asked. "There's something... I suddenly remembered, but it's not clear in my mind!" "Shit," he needed to take his medicine. "Wait, honey, I'll get you some water!" Furtiza said hurriedly, secretly taking medicine from her bag and adding it to the water she would give Lejandro. "Honey....."What are you putting in there?"“Elijah, do you know anything about what’s happening?!” Lejandro’s face was serious as he asked those words. “I don’t know anything!” “Go to Tiffani, and I’ll follow Mom!” Lejandro said. He then left Elijah at the mansion. Elijah immediately called Erick. “Hello, Erick! Hurry! Go to Mountain Road now! Watch for Donya Donita’s car! Do whatever you want with her! I just want her gone from my sight!” Elijah ordered. “Uhmmmm…” Erick replied with a long sigh. Elijah noticed it right away and snapped, “Fine! I’ll come to you tomorrow morning!” His shout made Erick quickly answer, “Yes,” and he immediately left to go after Donya Donita. Meanwhile, Raquel’s car was behind the police vehicle that was chasing Donya Donita. “Atty. Donna, let’s stop following her. I know the police will catch her. What we need to do now is expose Elijah—that he is not the real Elijah and that he is the child of Dony—” “Bhhhaaaaggg! Bllllluuuuuuggg!” A series of loud crashes echoed along the Mountain Roa
“What?” How could you not contact us, when we’ve been waiting for your call for a long time, Mom? You didn’t even call us once,” Lejandro said, clearly doubtful, especially after the Boraque family filed a case against his mother. “Lejandro! I don’t have time now to argue with you. I’m here to get money to add to the medicines they’re buying for your father. They’re extremely expensive!” Donita said. “What the—” Ring… ring… ring…! The telephone rang inside the Ferman Mansion. “I’ll answer it,” Lejandro quickly said, because he had really been waiting for a call from a detective he had spoken with a long time ago. “Hello,” Lejandro answered. “Sir Lejandro, is this you?” “Yes, it’s me. How are you?” “It’s a long story, sir. Could we talk privately—where no one can hear us, not even your mother?” “Huh?! Why?” the detective suddenly said, making Elijah and Donita look at him. “Honey, I’m just going outside. What my friend and I will talk about is important,” Lejandro said goodb
“I need to look pitiful in Lejandro’s eyes and even in our child’s eyes, so I can make him believe that Raquel is the bad one and not me! But what will I do about the case Raquel filed against me? How did she find out that I’m Donita’s daughter?! That old woman is really a curse! She has to disappear from our lives!” Elijah said angrily while staring at the ceiling of their room. While thinking about where to start looking for her mother. “Why are you still awake? What’s bothering you, honey?” Lejandro asked gently, though inside he was filled with fear and anxiety because of the disappearance of their child, Lucifer. “Go to sleep, honey. We’re leaving early tomorrow to look for Lucifer. But before that, I still need to go to Raquel to talk to her and continue the lawsuit,” she said. “Are you sure you’ll continue the case against Raquel?” Lejandro asked. “Yes! Our child is important, Lejandro! So you can’t change my mind,” Elijah replied. After that, silence ruled between the tw
“A police officer went to the Ferman Mansion and reported the accident.” “Good evening, sir. We’re sorry for disturbing you tonight. I would like to speak with Ma’am Elijah Ferman,” said a policeman. “Just tell me and I’ll relay it to my wife,” Lejandro said. “The child named Lucifer Boraque, who is said to be the child of you and Ma’am Elijah, is missing due to an accident. There was a collision on the highway near Filipina Restaurant, and we are currently looking for the dump truck that hit the vehicle carrying your child.” “We suspect that the same dump truck that hit the car of Ma’am Karen Ramirez is also the one that took Lucifer Boraque!” “WHAT?! HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!” Lejandro shouted in a loud voice. Elijah suddenly came out and said, “Who is Karen Ramirez?! I don’t believe my child would just disappear like that! He was only with that Raquel earlier—how did my CHILD disappear?!” Elijah shouted angrily. “Ma’am, it was Raquel’s maid who was with the child. We already br
“I’ve already done what you asked me to do. When are you coming here to the abandoned building?” the man on the other line asked. But Elijah ignored the question and instead said— “Where is the child?” “Is he still alive, or already dead?” Elijah asked. As she spoke, she thought to herself: (What do you take me for, Lejandro? Do you think I’d allow your real son to stay in that mansion? You’re mistaken. I only did all of this to make Raquel look even worse in your eyes.) Elijah smiled to herself while listening to the man on the other end of the line. “The child is still alive. But I don’t know how long he’ll last. It looks like he hit his head badly, so he still hasn’t regained consciousness,” the man replied. “So what do you want me to do with the kid? Do you want me to finish him off, or bury him alive?” “No! Watch your mouth, Erick. You’re being too brutal,” Elijah snapped. “Don’t worry. I’ll be sending a doctor there from Doque Hospital. I may be evil, but I still have
“What kidnapping are you talking about? My child, Lucifer, was not kidnapped!” Raquel said firmly. “He is truly my son, and I am truly his mother. You have no right to accuse us like that and disturb us during our own family dinner. What kind of nonsense is this?!” Raquel remained calm as she continued eating the food she had ordered. (“What I feared the most has finally happened! This is exactly what I was afraid would happen to my child. You are so cruel, Lejandro!”) Raquel thought to herself as she struggled to calm down. Meanwhile, Lucifer could not understand what was happening, although he did know what the word “kidnapped” meant. “I’m very sorry, ma’am. They suddenly entered, and no matter how much I tried to stop them, they wouldn’t listen,” the waitress said apologetically. “Don’t worry. You may go now,” Raquel replied, then turned to the two prosecutors/police officers. “Have a seat and join us for dinner.” “We are not here to—” “I know you’re not here to eat. So wher







